The warm sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the living room, casting a soft golden glow across the room.
Brandon was sitting comfortably on the large couch with one arm casually draped around Freya's shoulders.
Freya, still in her loose nightgown that gently hugged her pregnant belly, looked at the three women across from them.
She turned her head slowly toward Brandon, a sweet yet dangerous smile playing on her lips.
"Husband," she said in a honeyed voice, "you have a pregnant wife at home... but you went out and brought three more wives for you?"
Upon hearing this, Scylla couldn't help but giggle.
Camille and Lisette immediately reacted. Without hesitation, both women slid off the couch and knelt gracefully in front of Freya, lowering their heads.
"Lady Freya," Camille spoke first, "even if we both are wives of Master Kael... you are still his first wife. We respect you."
Lisette nodded quickly beside her. "We will never forget our place. Please accept us."
